{"id":1476,"date":"2014-08-28T09:58:36","date_gmt":"2014-08-28T17:58:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/?p=1476"},"modified":"2014-08-28T10:09:30","modified_gmt":"2014-08-28T18:09:30","slug":"subject-various-doors-opening-closing-etc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/subject-various-doors-opening-closing-etc\/","title":{"rendered":"On The Subject of Various Doors Closing, Opening Etc."},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"TweetButton_button\" style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" class=\"twitter-share-button\"  data-url=\"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/subject-various-doors-opening-closing-etc\/\" data-text=\"On The Subject of Various Doors Closing, Opening Etc.\" data-lang=\"en\">Tweet<\/a><br \/>\n<script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=\"\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,\"script\",\"twitter-wjs\");<\/script><\/div>\n<p>&#8220;When One Door Closes, Another Opens&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>As with most clich\u00e9s, that phrase can mean a lot of different things in different situations. \u00a0Myriads of meanings in flexible situations are the reasons that some grain of truth can usually be found in any clich\u00e9. \u00a0So whether you like clich\u00e9s or not, they offer the opportunity to see a foundation of truth in any given situation.<\/p>\n<p>Today is August 28th, but events that happened on August 24th are what started the thought process that has me drilling for that foundation of truth on which to build my understanding of How Things Happen And Why They Do. \u00a0On the morning of August 24th I received an email from a cousin, a broadcast message sent to the whole family:<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Dear Family,<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Every August 24 my family celebrates a very special anniversary.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>It was exactly five years ago today that our then 27-year old daughter Victoria, re-awoke from the aftermath of repeated surgeries to remove a brain tumor. The surgeries were successful but her recovery took almost three years and at times was very much in doubt. Until the evening of August 24, 2009&#8230;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>&#8230;It gives me great joy to share her story with my family.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>Here was a cause for grief &#8211; a vibrant young woman is struck down by disease, a brain tumor. \u00a0Her life thankfully spared, yet what of her personality? \u00a0Yes, cause for grief but within that grief a seed of hope. \u00a0It was a long recovery but a recovery nonetheless. \u00a0So now there is celebration! \u00a0A birthday celebration of sorts, accompanied by a gladness that comes from the happy resolution of a situation in doubt, bringing appropriate and well earned joy to a family which is then shared with the extended family. \u00a0Joy and happiness spread like ripples in a pond. \u00a0The recovery was apparently so remarkable that the treatment facility made a short video of the family describing the experience which you can see <a href=\"http:\/\/youtu.be\/5sXvWrdDv8E\" target=\"_blank\">here<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>Later that same day&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>My wife&#8217;s phone rang, and it was her father on the line with an inevitable and unwelcome announcement:<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>&#8220;She&#8217;s gone.&#8221;<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>His wife, my mother-in-law had just passed away, no longer able to fight her own malignant brain tumors. \u00a0She was a good woman who had beaten cancer on more than one occasion in her life, yet there was to be no recovery this time. \u00a0 Within moments of her passing, the telephone calls were made; \u00a0text messages and e-mails sent. \u00a0Grief spread in ever widening circles&#8230;more ripples on the pond. \u00a0Certainly it is appropriate to grieve when someone we love dies. \u00a0As it was in this case, we loved her and wished for her to stay with us. \u00a0But then, as is the way of the world, we do not always get what we want. \u00a0Nor in this case should we, though it is especially hard for those of us who\u00a0have never lived in a world without her in it, who are now forced over that threshold into a world forever changed. \u00a0Grief is appropriate. \u00a0Grief is natural. \u00a0We should and will grieve deeply for our loss.<\/p>\n<p>There was no recovery &#8211; or was there? \u00a0Wasn&#8217;t this&#8230;a birthday of sorts&#8230;for her? \u00a0Because when the door to this world closes, the door to heaven opens. \u00a0Though she left us behind on this world, she has experienced a recovery so profound that she lives now in a state of perfect grace where she no longer suffers from any pain, fatigue or anxiety. \u00a0She is only gone <em>from here. \u00a0<\/em>\u00a0 Grief is appropriate. \u00a0Grief is natural. \u00a0We should and will grieve deeply for our loss. \u00a0But within that grief, let us leave a seed of joy. \u00a0Joy for the good things she did. \u00a0Joy for the happiness she made us feel. \u00a0Joy for a world that was made better by her presence in it, a world priveliged by her partaking of it. \u00a0A world bettered by her legacy left to it. \u00a0Joy in the knowledge that when it is our time and a door closes behind \u00a0us, as the door opens in front of us she will be waiting! \u00a0So while we may grieve, may we celebrate as well!<\/p>\n<p>Yes, she is gone&#8230;from here. \u00a0But she is not gone from us. \u00a0For when one door closes, another opens.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tweet &#8220;When One Door Closes, Another Opens&#8221; As with most clich\u00e9s, that phrase can mean a lot of different things in different situations. \u00a0Myriads of meanings in flexible situations are the reasons that some grain of truth can usually be found in any clich\u00e9. \u00a0So&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1476","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1476","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1476"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1476\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1490,"href":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1476\/revisions\/1490"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1476"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1476"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1476"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}